I got a gal who lives on the wrong side of townI know what I like and man you know I sure know howIt's the other side another placeI like it there no accounting for tasteI can't think of nothing when I'm with herBut the rain and the wind and the cemetery dirtWent down to the cemetery looking for loveGot there and my baby was buriedI had to dig her upWent down to the cemetery looking for loveGot there and my baby was buriedI had to dig her up18,000 miles across nowhere landI'm scratching and I'm spitting there ain't nobody listeningAnd things are kind of getting out of handThere's only one point that I'd like to makeThese kinds of things deteriorateIt's the gospel truth manShe's embalmed in love juiceWent down to the cemetery looking for loveGot there and my baby was buriedI had to dig her upWent down to the cemetery looking for loveGot there and my baby was buriedI had to dig her up